Old M. Ah, miss; because, though it is a small matter in itself, it is not a small matter to me (sighing again); it was my all, and I’ve lost it.
Lucy. What do you mean? What have you lost?
Old M. Why, miss—but I won’t trouble you about it.
Lucy. But it won’t trouble me at all—I mean, I wish to hear it; so tell it me.
Old M. Why, miss, I slept last night at the inn here, in town—the “Saracen’s Head”—
Lucy (interrupts him). Hark! there is my father coming downstairs; follow me. You may tell me your story as we go along.
Old M. I slept at the “Saracen’s Head,” miss, and—
(Exit, talking.)
SCENE II.
Justice Headstrong’s Study.